Antimatter Blues: A Mickey7 Novel Novels & Stories

“And why you care.” Mr. Blue shrugged. “Let’s just say... I’ve always had my ways. And blood matters. Mikhail may be family, but family can be complicated.” Zayn studied him. “You think he’s the traitor?” Mr. Blue laughed. “I never said that.” He reached beside him and poured two glasses of wine from a bottle on the table. He pushed one toward Zayn. “I don’t drink with snakes,” Zayn said simply. “Smart man,” Mr. Blue said, and picked up the glass himself. He sipped. “But I’m not the snake. I’m just... the one who shows you where it’s hiding.”

"Does it matter? You have your savior, Nikolai. You have the woman who 'understands' you. Why are you digging through my old trash?" "Because Micah doesn't remember what color the oxygen masks were," Nikolai whispered, his eyes searching mine with a terrifying intensity. "And you wrote it down. Neon yellow with blue straps. You even sketched the burn pattern on the door I was trapped behind. How could you know that unless you were inside the room?" "Memory is a fickle thing," I said, pushing past him. "Go ask Micah. I’m sure she’ll have a very poetic explanation for it."

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.

“We should take Micah’s room.” I raised an eyebrow. “The one Amy said smells like dirty socks?” Blair laughed. “Mom cleaned it out a couple days ago. Washed everything, including the socks. It’s good now. And Amy’s fast asleep in our room anyway. She’s been using any excuse to keep sharing with me.” “She’s lucky. You’re a really nice older sister.” Blair smiled and shrugged. “Come on.” I followed her down the hallway. Micah’s room was at the end, past the one Blair and Amy shared. She pushed open the door and flicked the light switch. A small, overhead bulb came on with a buzz.

I paced around nervously while she just laughed at me. "Calm down missy." "Calm down?, I'm meeting his mom, his freaking mother Naomi, how the hell can I be calm?" Henry had called me earlier and told me to get ready, he said he'll be at my place in half an hour and we would be going to his mother's place. "You look awesome babe." "You think so?"I accessed myself in the mirror for the third time. Naomi had chosen a blue dress that was flair from the waist down because of my stomach. It stopped just at my knees and had silver decorations all over it.

She was slightly taller, her skin looked more tanned, and her eyes that were previously light hazel but now, I couldn’t even place the color. Her features seemed enhanced. She sat beside me and handed me something, I looked to see that she handed me a book. I squealed in delight. Finally! Something to distract me!! I can’t keep thinking about murderers and mythical creatures! I’ve even forgotten that I’m human, at this point. I slid my palm across the smooth cover of the book and admired the cover. On the cover, read “To kill a mockingbird.” After studying the cover and tossing the book up and down, I smiled and looked up to speak to Eve when I caught her staring at me with a strange express

he stated sighing in disappointment. "Sorry" I whispered beneath my breath as I continued fiddling with my fingers, I have never really been good at planning evil things, I don't do evil things. "Don't worry I would come up with a plan" Micah said, I looked at him he was smirking like he has the most cruelest plan on earth, I swallowed hard realizing he is planning to do something really cruel. "What's the plan?" I asked shifting a little on the bed, Micah laughed a bit before he looked at me "you will see crimson, time will show" he muttered clenching his fist.

Anyone would think he was talking to his partner… or daughter… no this is not right. ‘Told you to fucking kill him!’ Micco snarls again. ‘But you know best, won’t listen to the wolf…’ he begins his frequent rant, so I push him back, blocking him out for now, so I am able to focus on Evelyn. My eyes darting over her again and again now she is closer to us, she seems safe, she seems uninjured, which should bring me relief, but it doesn’t. Because, the atmosphere between her and Alpha Blake unnerves me. He seems too familiar with her. And that does not sit right with me.

Micah allowed her maid's words to sink deep into her subconsciousness before finally pushing away her thoughts. "I can't help but feel a spur of bad energy whenever I come across her. But everyone is so entangled by her beauty, they are simply too blinded to notice anything suspicious." Micah said, then shifted her gaze to the book in front of her. She glanced at the book, which had drawings of different types of snakes and their species. She flipped the pages, and hours passed by as she continued to read, the breeze from the open windows she was seated close to making the night seem long.

Mika took my hand and squeezed it, like he understood my hesitation. "How about I take you to Ann's and buy you that replacement coffee that I spilled? He suggested. "I was the one who ran into you and dropped it on your boots", I smirked. Mika's only answer was a shrug so I let him take me. We talked the whole way there. Mika talked about the different animals he'd had at the rescue and I talked about the books I've read recently, he seemed genuinely interested in hearing about them. He asked questions about the characters and the plot, showing he was really listening. I asked him questions too. Like how the animals had ended up at the rescue, how he makes money doing it, about the release